After hiding behind the Xuanmen, he saw Huai'an being wrapped in a hurricane that fell from the sky along with the exercises he had practiced iron-making on the mound, and many uprooted trees were all swept into the air, and a sense of happiness arose in his heart!

This trick "Rolling Sword Style" is derived from the secret sword of Luofu of the Nanyue Taoist Sect in the past, "Ninety Thousand Winds".

According to his father, if this style is completely cultivated, the sword qi should be able to soar up to 90,000 miles, and a sword can reach a million soldiers, even the mountaintop immortals who have entered the Nine Realms can also be slashed with a sword.

Even if this is his territory, it is the first time that such an earth-shattering momentum has been made.

"It's finally settled......"

Seeing the bursts of lightning and thunder in the hurricane, and hearing Huai'an's angry roar, Ye Yan was still a little unsure in his heart whether this move could completely kill this demon.

Just when the young man didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all, and kept staring at the sword qi tornado above his head, he suddenly heard a Buddha chant that shook the heavens and the earth.

"One heart is strong, all laws are determined!"

A fist figure as big as a mountain suddenly pulled up from the sword tornado that was swaying upward, wrapped in countless clouds, emitting a glittering golden light, and smashed into the sky.

There was a loud bang.

The huge cloud vortex was shattered by a punch, and the cloud qi splashed like thousands of flying swords, shooting along the arc of the sky, and the sword marks in the sky fell like rain.

Ye Yan secretly hated in his heart, and his dark little face showed a little hideous.

"It turns out that you are also a sky stealer, so you should be killed!"

With a roar of slight relief, Huai'an was covered in golden light, swooped down from the air, and threw a punch at the small ant-like night drunk on the ground.

Bang!

One punch, the Xuanmen is shattered!

Bang!

Another punch, the bamboo house is destroyed!

Yeyu's body was swaying, like a fallen leaf in the wind, drifting left and right, and dodging two punches in danger.

He stepped into the void, the trees under his feet were already collapsed and the houses were in a mess, and in the vast green mountains behind him were hidden the sword furnace where his father made iron swords, as well as the library cave where he had studied day and night, which was an existence that could not be destroyed by Huai'an no matter what.

At this moment, he was also ruthless, inhaled sharply, and secretly urged the qi in his body to flow for three thousand miles, driving the surrounding heaven and earth vitality to rush towards him frantically, and several silver electric lights burst out from his body in an instant, and the cultivation realm climbed to the extreme that he could reach now.

Seven realms, thunder.

"Come!"

The young man's hair flew wildly, his clothes fluttered, and he roared blatantly, his thin body seemed to be injected with infinite power in an instant, and a human-shaped air mass exploded behind him, and the whole person was like a thunderstone shot out by a catapult, shooting towards Huai'an in the distance.

The fallen leaves on the ground were stirred up by the wind he had brought with them, forming a huge wave that rolled back behind them.

A series of dense landslide-like loud noises erupted one after another in front of the iron drill, and a ten-zhang arc of qi appeared in front of it, like a taut giant bow.

The night man who was still flying suddenly turned his body sideways at this time, and with a "boom" sound, at the moment when the arc disappeared, he also disappeared into the air, and the whole person had become one with the iron drill at this moment, and they all melted into a black light that shot forward like a drift of water.

This is the fastest sword technique in the sacrificial furnace sword technique, and it is also the most difficult sword technique to guard against.

Floating sword style, flying stars outside the sky.

Huai'an saw this sword with an erratic trajectory and an incomparable speed, his face did not change in the slightest, he only shouted, and punched again without any fancies.

But it is completely different from the heavy punch that destroyed the mountains and mountains before.

This punch, one no fist, two no fists, three no fists, only one machine, such as Zen confrontation!

Buddhism is boundless, Zen Buddhism is unique, does not set up words, does not spread outside the teaching, directly points to the hearts of the people, and becomes a Buddha by seeing nature.

This is a punch, but also a Zen, the opportunity to ask, if you understand, you will live, and if you don't understand, you will die.

In the face of such a fire-free punch, Ye Mo felt as if he had rushed into a completely unfamiliar world, and it was difficult to resonate with the world around him.

However, his sword momentum was already in place, and he could no longer change his moves.

In the midst of the lightning and fire, Ye Su suddenly thought of this sword trick formula with the real name of "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky".

The spirit of the bandit god, the subtlety of the bandit, such as the white clouds, the breeze and the return.

Immediately, he was no longer obsessed with the induction of heaven and man, nor did he think about sword moves, and even gave up with himself, just moved forward and handed out the things in his hand.

When the fist and the iron chisel collide, only to hear a crisp sound, like a silver needle on the ground, a piece of air ripples like a thin water surface rippling away, like a good night breeze blowing over the nearby stream rock wall, a little farther away pine forest mist, farther away blue lake and green mountains, so that the world is quiet.

Huai'an's face changed slightly, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them were in the same situation at the moment, he couldn't help but praise out loud: "Good understanding!" ”

The road is also a trade-off.

Even a person like him, who is proficient in the Three Tibets of Buddhism, does not dare to say that the Dao mind is perfect, and to be able to make a decision immediately, let go of all fates, and use the most advantageous "Vajra Zen Fist" to break his karma, what is needed is more than just risking his life.

Such a great person can count even one pair of hands in the entire hundred years of the chaotic battle in Chenxu.

But the more this happens, the more the murderous intent in the monk's heart increases!

However, in the blink of an eye, his fist had turned into reality, and he smashed the iron drill from the night stab into powder inch by inch.

However, just as he wanted to kill the demon of unknown origin in front of him with a burst of energy, he saw that the sword momentum of the night was also suddenly turned, drawing a subtle arc, making his fist like a whirlpool of quicksand, and it was difficult to stop it.

He snorted heavily, ignoring the change at all, and just poured a river of fist intent into it.

Since you want to eat, I'm going to let you walk around without eating!

Huai'an now has only one thought in his heart, that is, to kill Ye Yan, and he must not let this scourge live in this world.

Because in the boy, he saw his own shadow.

There can only be one Huai'an in this world.

One person is enough!

Just as these heavenly avenues can only be unified in the end.

Seeing that Huai'an's fist momentum had changed, Ye Yu swept out backwards with all his might, and wanted to use this trick from the secret "weak water quicksand" sword style of the South China Sea Dragon Palace to reduce Huai'an's fist intent like chasing the wind and chasing the moon, but in the blink of an eye, he found that it was useless.

He and the fist that exuded a golden and holy aura were close at hand, and he had to throw away half of the iron drill, draw a circle on his chest with his palms, draw a lot of mist from the surrounding heaven and earth, and draw a three-foot mist mirror in the air with his palm instead of a sword, using the sword style in the sacrificial furnace sword technique, and the ancient mirror shines on the gods.

Huai'an had just seen through the sword qi tornado when he saw through the night qi and this heaven and earth avenue, which was equivalent to the master of this heaven and earth, if it weren't for the fact that this place was also incomplete like Liulitian, the sword qi tornado had no appearance, he was afraid that he would be injured a lot, seeing that Ye Yan changed his moves, how could he give him another chance to be called, and immediately punched through the fog mirror and smashed it on Ye Yan's chest.

No matter how much you have the support of a master behind you, in front of my punch, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

However, just when his fist intent reached its peak and was about to completely smash the sternum of the night, he suddenly noticed something strange behind him, and someone actually attacked from behind, and his cultivation was not low.

The strange monk felt a huge sense of oppression from his back, and he had no time to regain his momentum to see who the person was, so he could only think about it and use the Vajra Zen method again to dissolve his own body and dust.

A thought is lived, incarnated into tens of billions, a thought can't be stopped, and the dream is in vain.

But what he didn't expect was that his back was strong and he was hit by the other party.

Not only did it instantly break his Vajra Zen realm, but it also made him feel as if he had fallen into the five aggregate grinding wheels, and the heart lake that was originally as quiet as stagnant water was boiling, and hundreds of billions of mud and sand were rising, and he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of golden blood, and his soul was separated from the flesh.

Huai'an's soul, which seemed to be wrapped in a heavy black flame, turned around, and with a roar, it shook the sky, but there was no trace of the sneak attacker.

His pupils instantly bloomed with golden light, and countless pictures flashed in front of him in an instant, and he found that there was a fist that broke the void and poured it into his back heart, and after a little hesitation, he suddenly realized that it was he who injured himself, and when he went to look for the little cub who made him suffer another loss, he only saw that Ye Mo was kneeling on the ruins of the bamboo hut at his feet, and black blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Huai'an was really angry, and the black flames around him suddenly soared, like a demon god who had descended into the world, and threw a punch at him.

But his body suddenly dodged in front of Yeyu's body.

Only a bell rang through the heavens and the earth, and a huge golden bell faintly appeared in the void, protecting the small night in it.

"Amitabha, junior brother, don't recreate and kill"

Huai An looked at the person in front of him who looked exactly like him, and said angrily: "Huai Gen, you get out of the way for me!" ”

Huai'an, who was already covered in golden blood and his skin was like porcelain cracked inch by inch, shook his head, and said calmly: "Senior brother, you have come out of the glass sky, and you are no longer suppressed by the way of heaven, so let's go by yourself, don't embarrass this little benefactor, if you don't have him, you can't escape, every drink and a cut is Buddha's fate."

"Get out of here!"

Huai An let out another loud shout, he didn't want to talk nonsense with Huai Gen, who had been entangled with him for decades, and he was bent on killing Ye Yan.

Knock knock knock......

The bells rang constantly in the mountains and forests, and the ripples of the qi machine spread out like a tsunami, shaking the entire mountains and seas and the earth.

But no matter how fast Huai'an was, he couldn't surpass Huaigen, the two of them rushed and killed like this, resisted one by one, and collided dozens of times in the air in a row, and it was still difficult to tell the winner.

On the ground, the night drunk who was hit hard by Huai'an was like gold paper, he thought that his life would be short, but he didn't expect that there would be another Huai'an in the sky, and he couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, until he heard their conversation clearly, he woke up like a dream, and he couldn't imagine that the Huaigen he couldn't find had always occupied the same body with Huai'an!